0 comments/ 189850 views/ 22 favorites The Choices We Make By: ilovewriting Ben sat at home on the scorching summer afternoon, stretched out on the floor, watching TV while trying to ignore the heat as best he could. He was alone, his sister was out and his parents were working. There was an all too familiar raise in his pants, and sex preoccupied his mind, the heat arousing him for some reason, and sexual release was not in sight. Ben was about to retreat to his room to relieve himself when the phone rang. He sprang to his feet, hoping it was his girlfriend, and hoping she was as horny as he was, however on answering he found his little sister's friend Nikki on the other end. "Hi Nikki" he began, "Sorry, Jill is out, do you want me to give her a message?" "No," Nikki answered a little disappointed, "I'm just bored as hell, do you have any idea when she will be home?" Ben didn't know if it was his penis talking or if he was being genuine, but either way what he said next surprised him the second it had exited his mouth, "I have no idea. If you want you can come over for a while and wait. I'm bored too, we could watch a movie or something" Nikki seemed to think this over for a few seconds, not sure about what she should say, before she answered, "Sure, I'll be over in a few minutes, bye" Ben hung up, cursing himself, knowing his sister would kill him if she found out, however his mind wondered to the decision of whether he should put a shirt on or not. He decided not to, it was his house after all and he was hot, and so he just lay back on the floor and awaited her arrival. Nikki was one of those girls who was a bit on the heavy side, however still attractive. Even with her good looks, she rarely dated, the guys were not able to see past her weight, and when she turned up on Ben's doorstep in short shorts, no shoes, and a sleeveless shirt, Ben wished he had more self-control over the bulge, which he was sure she must have noticed. He invited her in, and together they took a seat on the lounge, Ben doing his best to keep his eyes from wondering her smooth, pail skin. "So" she said breaking the ice and trying to act calm, she never was that good in front of boys, "Are you still with that Sara chick?" "Ummm" for some reason he felt the impulse to say no, "Sort of, I guess, we don't see that much of each other anymore, she works, we have kinda grown apart" Nikki blushed as he looked into her eyes to try to judge what she might be thinking, and she adjusted the straps on her bra almost self-consciously. "What about you" Ben prompted, "Anyone?" "No!" she shot back quickly, instantly covering her mouth as she realized how quickly she had blurted this response out, "I mean not really" She watched the sweat drip down his muscular chest, and a moment later her eyes found the bulge in his pants, and she felt a tingle in her stomach. "Its pretty hot huh?" Ben said seeing her looking at his body. "Ah huh" she gasped, "I can't remember ever being this hot. I mean feeling this hot. I mean with the weather and all" Ben felt himself rise further, and smile slightly at her comments, seeing this hot nervous eighteen year-old making him wish he wasn't already attached. He knew these feelings were wrong, but he couldn't help it, he was a man on heat, and needed relief. Nikki slowly moved closer to him, Ben could hear her breathing intensify, and he prayed he could stop himself from letting what might follow happen. "Do you…" he had to think for a second, "want a drink" At that moment their eyes met, he realized just how heavily she was breathing, and noticed the pure lust in her eyes. "Drink…" she breathed, "I want…. I want…." It was then that their lips met, she flung herself into his arms, and any thought of resisting this young girl that may have crossed Ben's mind suddenly evaporated as his hands found her body and he felt her kiss. He could feel her shaking as their kiss intensified, and he fell onto her, quickly depriving her of her top. A moment later his hands were searching for her bra straps, and she ran her hands over his back as she surrendered to her own lust, and let this boy take her body. She wanted it, she needed it, and now nothing short of the hand of god was going to stop the two from coming together. His mouth found her large nipples, and he sucked, and licked, and bit, and teases until her moans grew to such a point that he knew it was time to take the rest of her cloths. Ben slide her shorts down really slow, kissing and licking his way down her left leg as she went, until he finally slide her shorts over her feet and them aside. She had nice feet, and Ben took her right foot into his hand, rubbing and molding it like clay before he took each toe into his mouth individually, and sucked, swirling his tongue around them and in between her toes. He left her feet a moment later, her hands stroking his hair, and moved his hands up, until he felt the elastic of her panties, which he grabbed with two fingers. She then felt herself naked as her panties made their way down her legs, gliding over her thighs, then knees, then calves until she was finally bare, and feeling a little vulnerable. Nikki watched as Ben removed his shorts and boxers in front of her, and felt her cheat pounding with a sudden bout of nerves as he pushed her back onto the lounge, and climbed on top of her, making good use of his lips as he did. Ben slid his fully erect cock up her leg, feeling her goose bumps as he did, and wrapped his arms around her he sucked on her neck. Nikki jumped a little as she felt the hard head of his penis touch her private parts, and instinctively spread her legs, giving him room to work as she held him for comfort. Ben seemed encouraged by this, and before she knew what had happened his pelvis was pressed tight against hers, and his penis was berried inside her warm body. She let out a cry, and in response Ben held her tighter, as if to prevent his female from escaping, and started to pump, long, deep strokes at a moderately fast pace in and out of her love canal. Her legs wrapped around his, and her cries continued as his large organ explored her inner regions, probing her, taking her, exchanging pre-orgasm fluids with her. Nikki grabbed onto him however she could as she let her best friends brother do this to her, the thing that was sending her body wild and her mind into a spin. She felt like she was doing something wrong, but at the same time she couldn't bring herself to try and stop him. Ben started to go a little faster, as if testing her out, and in response she increased her noises, the intensity of her breathing creating her panting noise, and her cries of pleasure and a little pain as he moved his sex organ in and out of her teen body. Her feet locked together, preventing him from escaping as she felt a tingle inside of her. It was without any further warning that her body gave in to him a moment later, and she cried out with the greatest of volumes as her orgasm rippled through her body. In turn, Ben began to grunt like an animal, and she felt his penis going harder and faster inside of her. She held on tight, and could hear the slap of his body against her with every stroke, thrusts which grew more violent by the second as her own orgasm subsided, and her cries grew just a little bit weaker. Ben kept up his pace, this hard organ moving in and out of her drenched pussy, and managed to hold out until she came a second time, when he finally let go, emptying the contents of his balls into the deepest regions of Nikki's womanly organs. It was then, as Ben's penis pulsated, spilling his seamen into the young ladies body, that his sister Jill walked in, seeing her best friend taking her brothers cock into her body. Nikki saw Jill enter the room, and let out a scream of shock. A moment later Ben turned to see his sister race into her room, and withdrew, holding his penis to stop his fluid from dripping onto the floor as his manhood continued its orgasm. Nikki raced for her cloths, reacquiring her panties and slipping them on as fast as she could, cum dripping down her thighs. "Oh god" she said, her heart racing even faster than when Ben had been fucking her, "I have to go!" And she left, bra in hand, only her shirt covering her top half. Ben pulled his boxers on and washed his hands, returning to the lounge where a moment earlier he had taken an eighteen year old girl, and held his head in his hands as he tried to work out what to do next. He knew he shouldn't have fucked his sisters' best friend, and the fact he was almost five years older than his sister and Nikki made what he did even worse. If his girlfriend ever found out it would definitely be the end of them, and he had every reason to believe that his sister would now tell his girlfriend. After length consideration Ben decided to confront his sister, maybe to try to explain what had happened and why it happened, maybe just to plead that she not tell his partner, he didn't really know what he was going to say, he was taking it as it came now. Planning had never really been his strong point anyway. Jill was now in her room, and although the door was shut Ben's current state of mind didn't allow the idea of knocking to come into light. Instead he swung the door open, and on doing so was faced by the most shocking sight. There, on her bed, was his sister, wearing nothing but an old shirt, her legs spread and her fingers berried in her teenage cunt. Though what shocked him the most was the picture of himself, that had been taken a few months ago, that was now sitting in front of his sister as she pleased herself. It was obvious that she had been masturbating over the picture, and a sudden excitement filled his mind. Ben had always toyed with the thought of sexually conquering his sister. She was indeed beautiful, with fair skin and shoulder length red hair, and this current development gave him all the encouragement he needed. She hadn't noticed him until this moment, when he advanced towards her, and as he did she quickly covered her groin and threw the picture aside, her face turning red. "What are you doing?" she asked in the most nervous of tones. Ben slipped out of his pants, exposing his now re-erecting penis to his sister for the first time, and slipped into bed beside her. Jill stared at her naked brother, her heart racing, and her mouth not moving, as she was lost for words. Her brother then leaned over and started to softly kiss her neck. "W.w.w.what are you d.d.d.d.doing?" she stuttered feeling her brother lips explore the exposed skin of her neck. "I saw the picture" Ben replied pulling the shoulder of her shirt down enough for him to start kissing her there, "I know you want this" Jill didn't know what to do. Yes she had fantasized about fucking her brother before, however she had never thought it would actually happen, and now that she knew he wanted her too, and was advancing on her like a dog on heat, she didn't know how to proceed. "Do you want me?" Ben asked, knowing the answer already. "I don't know," she admitted, all the while Ben's hands exploring his sister, "I don't think we should" "Sure we should" he assured her, "I want you so badly right now" For the first time her hands touched him, her fingers slowly and timidly running over his shoulders and down his sides, and with this new encouragement Ben slid his hands under her shirt, and lifted it upwards. Instinctively she raised her arms to help him remove her only form of clothing, and an instant later he laid her back on the bed and started attacking her pale, small, breasts. "Ohhhhhh Ben no!" she gasped as she felt his lips tease her nipples, "Ohhhhhhh god, we just cant!" "Yes we can," he breathed taking one of her hands and guiding it down to his now fully stiff and ready penis. She was hesitant, but wrapped her hand around his hard member, and Ben moaned at the feel of her soft hands slowly and softly stroking the cock that had been inside her friend less than half an hour earlier. Ben moved back to her face, and stared into her eyes. Those eyes showed her excitement, as well as the timid little girl she now was, lying naked under her own brother with this large bulge ready to take her. However her eyes said she wanted it, and he lent down to kiss her lips. Sparks flew between them as their lips contacted for the first time, and a moment later her arms were around him, and they were locked in passionate embrace, their tongues wrestling inside of her mouth. Ben knew he had her, and he felt like a hunter who had finally acquired his prey after so long of wanting it. Ben held his sister tight, and slid his penis between her legs, where the wet tip of his cock contacted her pussy, and started to push a little, just enough to let a small section of the tip part her lips. "Wait!" Jill said breaking his kiss, "Do you have a condom?" "No" he answered, working on her neck with a sucking motion and taking just enough time to answer her question before getting back to it. He pushed a little more, until he felt his penis completely engulfed by his sisters' warm body, at which time she instantly stopped him again. "No, wait! Pull out!" she demanded making him withdraw, "I want it! But I'm not on the pill" she was breathing erratically and Ben could tell she was very turned on, and it wouldn't take much to convince her to take him without protection, no matter how dangerous that was. Ben couldn't wait, he needed her now, and his body didn't care about the consequences, "I don't have any protection" Jill seemed to think about this for a moment before she decided, "Just don't cum in me ok?" Ben kissed her and ran his hands over her skin. This was when her strength failed. She thought he would honor her wishes, however there was no stopping her now anyway, and she let him enter her, his cock-head spreading her pussy lips, and pushing its way deep into her, filling her. She came instantly, her hands gripping him tight, and she cried out, unable to control the flood of sexual feeling that was washing over her. Ben started pumping, his penis sliding in and out of his sister at a constant pace, her breasts jiggling, her moans filling the room, her fluids coating his penis and mixing with his precum inside of her erotic body. He pushed, and she moaned, the sexual pressure between her legs intense, made even more amazing by the fact that it was her brother on top of her, her brothers penis that was deep within her precious body, his naked penis, taking her, mating with her, fore filling his primitive desire to take a female. Jill couldn't believe she was letting her brother do this, and even more amazing was the feeling between her legs, the feeling of her brothers penis sliding in and out of her wet cunt, filling her, making her feel like nothing else mattered but this sensation, and their two bodies grinding together in lust. She reached orgasm again, her toes scrunching up and her breathing loud and deep, as if she was panicked. Ben moaned as he felt her cum, and increased his thrusts, his balls starting to tingle just a little as his groin pushed against hers. "Ohh god!" Jill gasped, "Oh my god! Ohhhh god!" These cries of passion were driving Ben wild, to know that he was doing this to his sister, making her cum, making her say these things in a tone of voice that was almost scared, yet a tone that showed her sexual desire. Maybe it was a result of Ben's increased speed, or maybe his intensifying moans, but there came a time when Jill realized her brother was about to cum, and she started to panic a little, "Pull out Ben!" she ordered. "No" he gasped, "God I cant" "Ohhh god!" she gasped, "Ben pull out – oh god – pull out – ohhh – I'll get pregnant!" Ben grunted, and with one, deep thrust, be berried his penis deep into his sisters body, and a moment later he exploded with great force, pumping his life giving fluids into his sisters awaiting organs, a young and fertile womb that had no defense against his onslaught. "Oh my god!" Jill gasped as she felt the seamen spilling into her, knowing there was nothing that she could do to stop it, it was all up to nature now, "Ohhhh god Ben!" His penis continued to pulsate inside of his very own sister, the contents of his testicles being squirted into her, intent on fore filling its natural task. Ben tried to catch his breath as he suddenly felt his sisters' body give in to him yet again, this time in response to the fluid that was now entering her, warm and thick fluid filled with the life giving sperm. Jill felt like crying, and held her brother tight, even though she was the source of her tears, "Ben I'm scared" she admitted like a little child, "I don't want to be pregnant" He held her, but said nothing. Finally, after almost an hour of laying in each others arms, Ben removed himself from Jill and got dressed, disappearing out of the door a minute or so later without a word, leaving Jill laying on her bed, naked, her legs wide open and the remnants of their love making spilling out of her body. Nothing was said of this incident until Ben was informed of Jill's pregnancy. To make matters more complicated there had also been rumor that Nikki was also pregnant, and that there was no doubt that Ben was the father of the children now growing inside both girls' stomachs. Needless to say both girls parents were not impressed by the girls pregnancies, even though it was never revealed that Ben was the father. A few months later Nikki, Jill and Ben all decided to move in together, and Ben had promised to help out financially with the children. He broke up with his girlfriend with no explanation, and she in turn left him alone and didn't press the issue of their split. In the years that followed Jill and Ben had make love regularly now that there was no need to hide their lust from each other or from Nikki. Nikki rarely joined in, but Ben did father another of Nikki's two children before the woman decided to move out and go it alone. Jill fell pregnant again not long after her first child was born, and together her and her brother had created three children together in the years that followed. Their parents worked out what was going on after Jill gave birth to the second of her children, and for years the two kids had had little contact with their distraught parents, until one day when Jill's mother decided she couldn't take not seeing her children and grandchildren anymore, and made an effort to patch things up with them. Their father on the other hand felt a little uncomfortable with the situation, and it took him a number of further years for him to except that his son and daughter were a couple, and eventually he too consented to their relationship. To be continued? The Choices We Make The door to the hotel room was barely closed before Carol was pinned against the wall, his mouth forcing itself upon hers. She reached up with both hands to hold his head. Her fingers vanished inside his luscious hair and Carol played with it fretfully. His body made it hard for her to catch her breath. "The bed," she muttered between kisses, unable to put a more complete sentence together. "Not yet," he answered. He reached for the front of her blouse and found the first button that wasn't already open. With one hand and a simple twist, it too was undone. His fingers found the inside of one of Carol's tits and the edge of her bra. Quickly, his palm was over the tit and he was compressing it with a strong, rough massage. Still, they kissed lustfully. Two more buttons were nearly ripped off and Carol felt his cock getting harder and harder as it pressed against her pussy. He backed off only enough to use both hands to yank the blouse out of her pants. In the same motion, he snatched it down her arms and flung it aside. Carol found herself getting more and more turned on by her unsuccessful efforts to move, until she was actually play-acting in her mind that she was trying to escape him. When he fumbled with the back of her bra, she groaned. When he began pulling it off, she pushed against him, causing him to push back even harder against her. Carol's heart pounded with anticipation. Topless now, she watched his head sink down to her tits. He swiftly had his mouth around one of them, sucking and biting with shocking intensity. Carol put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, nearly screaming with pleasure at the sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth working on her nipples. Carol tried to remember his name. She thought it was Chris, but the bar had been a cacophony of blaring music, voices, and alcohol and she might have mis-heard him. Either way, she assumed she'd be able to complete the act they were about to perform without having to worry about it again. When her mind returned to the present, she found her hand securely clamped onto his bulging crotch. Carol pressed harder on his dick and Chris sucked harder on her tit. Then she was removing his shirt in a frantic search for any skin she could find. With the shirt removed, they came together in another prolonged kiss, their bare chests squashed against each other. Chris' hand was the first to squirm into the tiny space and find Carol's pussy. Even with her pants still on, he could feel the warmth it was generating. He pressed hard enough to feel the opening to her vagina and the clit above that. "Oh, yes," Carol sighed. Chris needed no further consent to unbutton her pants and pull down the zipper. Then his long fingers were on top of her panties, searching out her pussy and clit once more. Only, this time he felt the moisture along with the warmth. Carol's body stiffened at his touch. Chris forced her against the wall as hard as he could. She groped for his belt as Chris moved his hand inside her panties and directly onto her pussy. A single finger found her hole as Carol pushed down Chris' pants, followed by a rapid searching inside his boxers for the rigid cock she'd felt before. Carol whimpered when his entire finger entered her. She responded by stroking his dick faster. "Fuck me. Now!" Carol told him. Chris started to pull her away from the wall, towards the bed. "No! Right here! Fuck me against this wall." Chris grinned. "Take off my boxers," he told her. In a matter of seconds, he was naked. Carol remained bent down after the boxers were removed and put her lips on his dick. After a few kisses, she licked it from the base to the tip. Then she took the cock in her mouth and sucked on it until she thought it would explode. When he felt himself getting close, Chris said, "Take off the rest of your clothes." Carol eagerly stripped off her panties and kicked aside her pants. She looked into his bright blue eyes with a look of readiness. She knew this was dangerous, maybe unsafe and careless. But for Carol, this was an addiction. Some people did drugs or alcohol. Carol did sex. When she saw him in the bar she knew they'd end up like this. If it hadn't been Chris, or whatever his name was, it would have been the next good looking guy. She felt his hands on her ass. Her legs parted and his dick touched her pussy. Carol put her hands on Chris' shoulders. The cock began to enter her. Chris lifted her up and Carol hung on while the cock slid farther inside her. Finally, her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was fucking her. The wall was cool against her back and ass, but the warmth of Chris' body evened it out. His grunts rose in volume with each thrust and muffled thumps echoed in the room as Carol's body smacked the wall. No words were spoken as they allowed themselves to inch closer and closer to orgasms. Moans morphed into incoherent pleadings for more. Carol was in her element. All the preliminary stuff that got her to this point she considered work. Laying the groundwork, as it were. Now she was in her comfort zone, with a dick inside her cunt and her legs wrapped around a man she met an hour or so before. There was no need for lovemaking or romanticism. They were just fucking. Oh, how Carol loved to fuck. She enjoyed feeling out of control, balancing in mid-air, the wall preventing her from falling or moving in any way—except up and down on this man's cock. Chris did everything Carol required. He filled her with his dick, stimulated her tits, and brought her to the edge of what would surely be multiple orgasms...as usual. Carol cried out. Chris drove his dick into her harder and faster. He mumbled, "Oh God, Cheryl. I'm cumming!" Carol tried to contain the ironic laughter that nearly escaped. The only thing that saved her was the explosive beginning of her orgasm and the sensation of load after load of warm cum being poured into her. Together, they moaned their way through a series of climaxes that left them wet from perspiration, but completely satisfied. Chris ended up sucking on Carol's overly sensitive nipples while she panted in his arms. ### The room was pitch black. Only the sounds of the surrounding city invaded the isolation. Carol lie motionless under the covers. She was naked. She speculated how, at age thirty two, she could still act like a nineteen year old on such a consistent basis. It really did bother her. Carol couldn't blame it on alcohol or an abusive father or uncaring mother or a lousy job. She was successful, comfortably rich, and very attractive. Yet, at every opportunity, she sought out non-binding sexual liaisons with men she barely knew. In fact, if she hadn't gone to bed when Chris left, she very well could have found herself back in the same bar, repeating the scene with another thirty-something business man away from home and ready to play. She chuckled out loud in the darkness at his reference to 'Cheryl.' Too funny, she thought to herself. He had no clue who she was...and didn't care. He knew nothing about her mind, her soul, her wants or needs. She was nothing more than a beautiful woman who accepted his advances and wanted to fuck. "Why?" she uttered. "God damn it. Why do I do this?" She thought for a second. "What is fucking wrong with me?" Amidst her contemplation, memories of being held against the wall, Chris' dick deep inside her, flooded her mind. Was there a better feeling in the world than an orgasm growing in your body? Or a thick cock? Carol put a hand between her legs and rested it on her clit. Then a finger began to slide up and down and her legs spread a little wider. Carol awoke the next morning prepared to tackle the second day of the annual conference she had so looked forward to. She actually enjoyed the break-out sessions and always gained valuable ideas for her job. Of course, meeting new people was an added bonus. But as she stood in front of the closet following her shower, Carol did something she'd never done before. She looked for an outfit that was the LEAST revealing and provocative. Carol had decided this was the day she'd end her inexhaustible flirting and act like the adult she was. She would disregard all unwanted advances and, more importantly, stay out of the damn bar. She would spend the evening alone and allow her trusty fingers to bring on any needed orgasms. She chose a turtle neck sweater and the longest skirt she could find. Yes, it was still above the knees, but didn't scream 'fuck me' like so many of her skirts. Thus, she was ready to attempt a new approach and present a new Carol to the world. It was Day Two of the week-long conference and Carol had registered for a three hour panel discussion in the morning. When she arrived, the room was nearly full. Luckily, there was still a seat available near the back, Carol's preferred location. It gave her more options for daydreaming or exiting for a quick coffee break. Old habits were hard to break. Carol found herself scanning the room for 'interesting' looking guys. Several candidates emerged, but she told herself today would be 'look, but don't touch.' Then the last seat at the opposite end of her row was taken by a middle-aged man that more then met her definition of interesting. Even better, Carol recognized him as the presenter of a session she was signed up for in the afternoon. Joseph Blinn was a renowned expert on human behavior, not to mention world class marathoner for his age group. Carol smiled. 'I bet he could teach me a few things,' she thought to herself, with two divergent topics in mind. She ignored her pussy and returned her attention to the panel discussion just beginning. One hour into the session, Carol knew it was going to be a long morning. Nothing new was being said and each panelist was trying to outdo the others in promoting his or her new book. Carol finally got up the nerve to sneak out the back and into the main concourse of the conference center. She was peering down at the collection of materials on a nearby display table when a voice behind her said, "Boring, wasn't it?" Joseph Blinn's voice was as deep and evocative as she had imagined it. "Yes," she replied truthfully while turning and looking up to see who she was talking to. "Oh. Hi...uh, Mr. Blinn," she stammered. "It's Joe. And you are...?" "Carol." "Hello, Carol. Enjoying the conference so far?" he asked. "It will get much better this afternoon," she said. "I'm attending your session." He chuckled. "I'm flattered. I hope you won't walk out on me." Carol's embarrassment was obvious. "It IS rude, isn't it? I should have stayed." "But why? If there are better ways to spend your time, then do it," Joe said. "That's just it. What else am I going to do? My company paid big bucks for me to be here. I should learn something to take back," Carol said. Joe smiled. "You have all week for that. Just relax." He paused for a second, and then added, "Besides, maybe I have something you can do that you wouldn't consider a waste of time." "What's that?" "Help me set up my presentation?" Joe said. Carol's eyes beamed. "Sure. I'd love to." "Follow me. The room's right over here," Joe told her. He escorted her a short distance down the hallway and into a windowless, sectioned off conference room. Chairs and round tables were already in place. In the back, by the door, a longer table held a large box. Joe opened it to reveal stacks of handouts. "Want to help pass them out?" he asked. "Sure." He reached inside and pulled out a bundle of handouts. "One at each chair. Just lay it on top of the table, OK?" Carol smiled, nodded, and began her chore. They exchanged small talk as they made their way around the room and each one found occasion to admire the other more than once. By pure coincidence, they finished at the same time in the same far corner of the room. "Thanks for helping," Joe said. "This type of busy work keeps me from getting too nervous before a presentation." "I can't believe somebody with your level of knowledge could possibly get nervous," Carol told him. "Can't you do this in your sleep?" Joe laughed. "You're too kind. Maybe I'm just insecure." "What else makes you nervous?" Carol inquired. He looked at her intently, no longer laughing. After a thoughtful silence, he said, "A beautiful woman." Carol felt her entire body react in a way that sent red flags soaring. She replied, "Then you're safe for now." Joe shook his head. "Nope. I'm in the presence of real beauty." Carol's back was facing the darkened corner. Joe was inching closer. She had very little room for escape and her mind was screaming 'Escape!' Just a few hours into her new lifestyle and Carol already faced a moment of truth. "That's very flattering, Joe. But I need to..." "Stay. Just for a few minutes. I locked the door," he said. Did he? Were they truly alone? Does he want to...have sex? Carol's mind raced with questions. His hands were on her arms. She couldn't speak. They looked into each other's eyes and his face came down to hers. Joe pulled her slightly closer and Carol knew they would kiss. Her mouth opened even before their lips touched and then she was searching out his tongue while their bodies came together. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her, but she had to stop it. At the same instant that Carol began to move aside, Joe forced her back against the wall. She felt him, and tasted him, and smelled him. His hands were on her waist, and then lower, at the bottom of her sweater. The first sensation of his fingers on her bare skin sent shivers up and down her spine. Joe slid his hands higher. Carol contested his actions with muffled, muted pleas. Still, Joe's hands rose inside her sweater and approached her breasts. For the first time, she felt the hardness between his legs. She fought the instinct to touch it; to rub it; and to squeeze the erection. Joe's fingers slid atop her bra and sought out the smooth, rounded skin above the thin fabric. "No, Joe. Please," she murmured. "Yes, Carol. Let me make you a little less bored." He was pinching her nipples, threatening to slide the bra completely off her breasts in the process. Carol's pussy ached and she felt the moisture collecting inside her panties. Her right hand was on his crotch. How and when did it get there, she asked herself. Then Joe was lifting her sweater above her breasts and his lips were on her cleavage. His tongue followed the edge of her bra, which he was slowly lifting off her tits. Seconds later, a nipple was between his lips and Joe was licking, sucking, and biting it. "God, stop!" Carol begged. "Unzip my pants, Carol. Touch me." Like a robot, her hand was on the zipper. Maybe it was the sound of it sliding down, or the harder bite he took of her nipple, but Carol finally reacted. She jerked away from him violently and spun away from the wall, tugging at her bra and sweater at the same time. When she was dressed again, she looked at him and said uncertainly, "I have to go." ### Carol wasn't sure why she was sitting in the back of the room five minutes before Joe's session was scheduled to begin. She knew she would feel guilty if she missed another presentation. But this was crazy. Carol and Joe made eye contact with no discernible acknowledgement by either one. He wore the same pants. She wore the same sweater. The corner of the room where the 'incident' occurred was still dark and empty. As if in a daze, Carol sat through the two-hour lecture and slide show. Twice, Joe walked among the participants, fielding questions and helping with exercises at the various tables. He walked close behind Carol at one point, causing her breathing to nearly stop. She was never as glad for two hours to pass by as in that instance. Without any further hesitation, she exited the room and headed for the nearest bar. Then, the pledge she made to herself reverberated in her brain and she sought out a Starbucks. Dinner was followed by a quick tour of the city's waterfront and a return to her hotel room. She was filled with satisfaction that her first day as a more mature woman—despite the bumps in the road—had ended successfully. Carol didn't normally take a shower before bed, but in this case she did, allowing her mind to wind down from the day's events. When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a hotel robe, she saw the message light on her phone blinking. Fearful of a family emergency, she looked for directions on accessing the voicemail and then listened. "Hello, Carol. This is Joe. It was great to see you in the presentation today. I hope you enjoyed it. Listen, if you get this in time and it's not too late, please call me. I'm in room 6012." A myriad of options came to mind: He wants to apologize. He wants to meet again. He wants to talk business. Better judgment told her not to call him for ANY reason. She flopped on the bed and grabbed the TV remote. As soon as the TV flickered on and she recognized a show she had no intention of watching, she hit the power button again and the screen went blank. Carol picked up the phone. "Hello." His voice was softer than in the class. "Is this Joe Blinn?" "Hi, Carol." "Hi." "I'm very glad you called," he said. "I was afraid you were angry." "I am." Carol was glad she didn't have to say it to his face and let him easily see how it wasn't totally true. "I'm sorry you feel that way," Joe said, and Carol made a mental note that it wasn't an apology. "I never intended to annoy you." "What did you intend?" Carol asked. "I intended to tell you how pretty you are and how much I enjoyed being around you." "You have a strange way of saying it." She heard him chuckle quietly. "You're rather...irresistible," he answered. "Would I be out of line to call you rather...boorish?" Carol said. "Not at all," he replied. "But I couldn't help but notice that you came very close to raising the stakes yourself." "It was a moment of weakness," she said. "Do you have them often?" "Not anymore." "Really?" he asked with surprise. "Have you given up men?" "I'm trying." "So what will take our place?" Joe inquired. A long pause followed while Carol eliminated all the more dangerous answers that came to mind. Finally, she said, "Perhaps a cheap piece of plastic." Joe roared with laughter and Carol smiled silently. "Batteries included?" Carol said, "It would be an improvement even without the batteries." "My, you ARE bitter. I hope I haven't destroyed your sex life forever." "I'll manage somehow," she said. "Maybe I can help put things right again," he said. "I'm not sure I need help." "What are you wearing?" Joe asked abruptly. Carol only wavered for a second, then said, "A robe." "Anything under it?" The only thing keeping her from hanging up was the thumping of her heart. "No." "Good. Now untie it," Joe told her. He waited ten seconds in silence before hearing her say very softly, "OK." "Put your hand on your stomach." He paused. "Move your fingers over your soft skin, like I did. Slowly." More silence. But not a dial tone. "Widen the circle. Move your hand higher, Carol. Spread the robe apart if you need to." She asked, "Why me, Joe? Why did you pick me out of the entire conference?" "Because you're the one who can make me hard just lying here, talking to you." "Are you naked?" Carol asked. "Yes. Now keep sliding your hand across your skin. Higher. All the way to your breasts, Carol." "Are you holding yourself?" she wanted to know. "Yes. Very slowly stroking it, getting it harder and harder, Carol. Touch your nipples for me, please." She did and her legs parted impulsively with just the thought of Joe naked on his bed and masturbating. The Choices We Make "You have great nipples, Carol," Joe said, his voice getting quieter and sexier as they went. "Roll them between your fingers." He waited, and then asked, "Do you feel it? Do you feel it clear down in your pussy, Carol?" "Yes," she sighed. "I'm so hard just thinking about you on the bed in your robe. I wish you could see what you do to me, Carol." She wished it, too, but didn't want to tell him so. She was content massaging her breasts and feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter. "I want you to move a hand between your legs now," he told her. "Will you do that for me?" She gave her answer with a barely audible hum of approval. Carol's hand slid onto her pussy and straight for the moisture collected around her cunt. Once a finger or two were sufficiently damp, she moved them up to her clit. "Rub yourself," Joe said. "Rub your clit and think about how nice it would be if I could put this hard cock inside you." Carol had never had phone sex with anybody and was beginning to wonder why she hadn't. The mental images she conjured up of Joe and the perfect pressure of her fingers on her clit combined to excite her immensely. And it was all safe and within her self-imposed sexual restrictions. Joe slowed his own masturbation, realizing that Carol was following his orders and that he was getting closer and closer to coming because of it. "Does it make you horny, Carol?" he asked. "Yes," she whispered. "Very much." "Good. Put your fingers inside your cunt." She obeyed. Joe heard her moan as the opening widened around two fingers. "Are you wet?" "Yes." "Pretend it's my cock inside your cunt, Carol. Pretend I'm fucking you and you need to cum a little more all the time." He heard her erratic breathing for the first time. Little moans and whimpers escaped from her as she increased the speed and pressure. "That's it, Carol. God, I'm so hard. I need to cum so bad." "Me, too." "Rub your clit harder. It's my tongue pressing down on you and my lips wrapping around your swollen clit, sucking on it and licking it faster and faster." Carol's hand switched back and forth from her clit to her cunt, frantically bringing her towards an orgasm. She arched her back and raised her ass off the bed in response. "That's it. A drop of cum just dripped on my hand, Carol. I want us to cum together. OK?" "Yes. Yes," she muttered. Her eyes were closed. She pictured his thick cock, oozing cum as he stroked it. She wanted to lick him; suck on him; make him cum in her mouth. "Ohhhhh fuck, Joe. I'm...I'm...going to cum!" "Yes, Carol! Now! Cum now!" He only heard her cries of pleasure in reply. Joe listened to her gasp as each orgasmic wave flowed through her body. He tried to visualize her hand methodically working over her clit, while her tits rolled on her chest during her climaxes. Then it was his turn. Carol heard Joe's initial grunt, followed by a series of deep moans as shot after shot of cum landed on his stomach. Carol pulled up her knees and finished masturbating while grinning at the mess Joe was obviously making in his own bed. Thirty seconds of relative silence followed as Joe and Carol recovered. "God, that was great. Thank you, Carol." She wanted to answer but couldn't find the right words. Joe heard a click, and then a dial tone. ### Carol never saw Joe the entire next day. She knew he had another presentation to make, so he wasn't gone. She had mixed feelings about seeing him so soon after the night before. Carol certainly wasn't mad at him, but it would be more than awkward having to deal with him face to face. What would she say? 'Thank you' seemed somewhat inadequate. Carol also tried to determine the true value of having phone sex with somebody versus a bar pickup and romp. She had met her goal for the day of not doing the bar thing. Yes, she came as long and hard as she had cum in a long, long time. But was it enough? Was she happy? The day was full of temptations. Session after session presented rooms full of guys she would have loved to take to her bed, if in fact they made it past her wall. By dinner time, she was horny and scolding herself for allowing it to happen. When Carol opened the door to her room, a slip of paper on the floor caught her attention. She picked up the folded note. 'Carol, I didn't leave a voicemail because I figured you'd never listen to it after last night. I enjoyed 'talking' to you. If you feel so inclined, I'd love to have you visit me. Room 6012. Joe.' Carol's heart raced as she crumpled up the note and tossed it into the waste basket. "Fuck," she sighed. She sat on the end of the bed and looked down at the floor. "Damn it!" ### Joe barely heard the light rap on the door over the sound of the TV. He used the remote to shut it off while walking to the door. He smiled as he peered through the security hole and turned the handle. "Hello, Carol. Come on in." She entered the room, feeling an extra rush of adrenaline at the sight of Joe in his hotel-issue, white robe. He closed the door. "It's great to see you again. Was it a good day at the conference?" he asked. "Yes. Where were you?" "I kind of took the day off. Saw the sights. Had a good meal," he said, brushing past her into the room. "Have a seat. I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you to drink." Carol took the nearest chair. "That's OK. I'm fine." Joe took a second to inspect her outfit more closely—a sleeveless blouse and designer jeans. She sat with her legs crossed and more than a hint of her cleavage visible inside the shirt. He carefully held the robe closed when he sat on the couch. "I hope I didn't offend you last night," he said. "You didn't. I could have hung up any time I wanted," she replied with a look of authority. "It was...fun." Joe smiled. "It was messy. Thank God for large bath towels." Carol couldn't keep from giggling. "A LARGE bath towel? Really?" "Yep. You were that good." "I almost came myself," she said with a straight face. "Bullshit. I heard it all," he said. Her face flushed as she looked around the room to avoid eye contact. "So, when's your next presentation." "Tomorrow. Same theme. Different approach." "Does it ever get boring?" Carol asked. Joe shrugged. "Sometimes. The people I meet make it worthwhile." Carol looked at him. "And the ones you call?" "I don't call many." After a pause, he added, "You were the first." A look of disbelief crossed her face. "I doubt that." "No. Really. You're special." "How?" He gazed at her, deep in thought. "I told you last night. You make me hard, in so many ways. Looking at you; talking to you; thinking about you. It doesn't matter." Her eyes dropped to his lap, and then back up. She said, "Did you think I would come here tonight?" "I hoped." "And what if I hadn't?" "I would have masturbated to an image of you." Carol found herself having to consciously control her breathing to hide her excitement. She was losing control. Did she have the nerve, the will-power, to just leave him? She nervously switched the position of her legs. "What image?" "You in a sheer blouse and jeans. Standing in front of me, slowly unbuttoning the blouse." "And you'd be hard?" Joe stood up. She watched him untie the robe and leisurely let it fall open. Then he pulled it off and stood naked, a nearly full erection jutting out from between his legs. Carol stared, licking her lips reflexively. Joe watched her stand, hoping desperately she would not leave him. A strange look came over her face that he could not decipher, and then Carol began to unbutton her blouse.